Bits and pieces of my life. I am a lifelong Christian. I have been married for over 39 years to Stan. No children. We have 3 Italian Greyhounds: Persephone, Dresden & Capodimonte and a calico cat named Binky. We have 9 nieces/nephews and 9 grandnieces/nephews whom we love. My hobbies are genealogy, reading, digital scrapbooking, history, dogs, homemaking. This is a personal blog and not a business. I share what interests me and I am not selling anything or making a profit.

You can barely see little baby boy under the dress! Every time she walked by, we heard whispers like, "Who is she?", "She's his sister", "She's so beautiful", "She's 6 months pregnant and she doesn't look like it". We hear things like this all the time but we never get tired of hearing it.

Hannah was absolutely beautiful! Just radiant! Her dress was perfect and her hair was beautifully done. I wish I could have gotten more photos of her but I know they hired a professional and I was trying to be careful not to get in the professional photographer's way. I look forward to seeing the professional photos. She was just so beautiful. In fact, when Luke was standing at the altar and she came down the aisle, he took one look and mouthed "WOW!"

I love Hannah and I'm so thankful that Luke found such a good Christian girl. But I have to admit that I cried all the way through the ceremony. Not because I felt like I was losing him to her but because he's grown up. I kept remembering that little baby in his crib and how I would make him laugh and giggle. How I would kiss his fingers and his toes and tell him that they tasted like chocolate, banana, strawberry and he would giggle. How he looked when he would grin and you could see his first 3 teeth coming in and he was drooly. How he was when growing up on the farm...playing in the mud, driving his truck around in the field when he learned how to drive, how he loved to work wood up with us, learning how to drive the tractor, etc. I could see Jenny, Luke and Lee all over the farm and the tears just wouldn't stop. Those days are forever gone. I'm old and they are the young generation and, with Jenny's baby, another generation is starting. It's the way of life but it's hard sometimes. And they will know what I mean when they come to my age and see their children grow up. The circle of life.

Melinda sent me her photos. She and Elaine have better cameras than mine. So here they are: